Chapter 33: Everyone Gains Something

Chapter 33: Everyone Gains Something

To be honest, although The Hanged Man Alger had long expected that Miss Justice would not bargain, and although the value of that mystical item was indeed roughly around the level of 5,500 pounds, he still felt a strong sense of discomfort at such behavior. It gave him the disillusioning feeling that, after he had painstakingly opened up every link in the chain and finally earned a sizable profit with great difficulty, the result was still not even as much as someone else’s pocket money.

The World will receive 675 pounds, and the Artisan’s creation fee is only 600 pounds. I can make 400 pounds in pure profit… In this transaction, my total income is 1,075 pounds. Unfortunately, The World is not a simple figure. He has provided many Beyonder characteristics and potion formulas, participated in no small number of incidents, and can learn quite important information. It is not worth creating conflict with him over a few hundred pounds. Otherwise, I could have pushed the price of his Beyonder characteristic down below 4,000 pounds… The Hanged Man thought with some regret.

While The Fool was delighted that 3,825 pounds would soon enter his account, The Sun Derrick looked at the lady opposite him and said sincerely, “Miss Magician, your Spirit Eater’s stomach pouch is ready.”

“Wonderful!” Fors let out a complete sigh of relief. “I will pay Mr. Hanged Man 300 pounds in cash.”

Hearing this, The Hanged Man Alger was also invigorated. He hurriedly made a request to Mr. Fool, seated at the very end of the long bronze table, to materialize the potion formula.

A few seconds later, on the yellow-brown parchment before him, he “wrote” out the formula for the Sun Priest:

“Sequence 7, Sun Priest. Main ingredients: one red comb of a Dawn Rooster; one fruit from a Radiant Contract Spirit Tree. Supplementary ingredients: 100 milliliters of Dawn Rooster blood; 10 drops of Sun essential oil; 8 grams of golden bergamot powder; 5 grams of solidified magma.”

Although Klein had not deliberately peeked at the potion formula, the content, which could only be materialized through him, still entered his mind. As long as he wished to recall it through dream divination, he could immediately obtain the corresponding knowledge.

This forced him to sigh soundlessly:

As expected, being the platform earns the most money!

The Sun Derrick accepted the parchment expectantly, browsing through it with a mix of relief and excitement.

Next, he materialized the list of monsters in the surrounding regions of the City of Silver, allowing The Hanged Man to select Beyonder materials to balance the price difference.

The Hanged Man Alger read through it carefully and unhurriedly, accurately grasping the conditions around the City of Silver. Then he picked three materials whose buyers and prices he knew clearly.

After obtaining them, I should be able to sell them within two days. I can probably get around 1,000 pounds. Adding the 300 pounds from Miss Magician and the previous 1,075 pounds, the money for the Dragon-eyed Sea Eagle’s eyeball is finally gathered… Alger felt a wave of exhaustion. Turning his head to Fors, he said, “Miss Magician, you may prepare the transaction for the Dragon-eyed Sea Eagle’s eyeball.”

The Hanged Man currently had only a dozen or so pounds on him. Even the creation fee he had advanced to the Artisan had come from borrowing through his wide network of contacts. But after this series of transactions was completed, his cash assets would reach 2,375 pounds, enough to pay the 2,000 pounds required for the main ingredient.

The Magician Fors thought of the loss she had suffered at Mr. Hanged Man’s hands last week and replied with slight grievance, “Alright.”

To her, how much she would ultimately profit from this transaction depended entirely on how much her teacher, Dorian Gray, was willing to share with her. There was no additional income beyond that.

At the end of the transaction segment, Klein controlled The World and once again sought to purchase the residual spirituality of an ancient wraith and the eye of a six-winged gargoyle. As for selling the murloc’s swim bladder or having it made into a mystical item, he had no intention of doing that through the Tarot Club for the moment. He hoped to use it as a pretext to broaden his own contacts and channels at sea.

After today’s Tarot Gathering, Miss Justice will have gathered the ingredients for the Psychiatrist potion, and Miss Magician’s Trickmaster potion will be the same… Little Sun has obtained the formula and can finally strive toward Sequence 7, bringing him one step closer to providing me with a method to remove mental corruption from Beyonder characteristics… Mr. Hanged Man will soon obtain one of the main ingredients for Wind-blessed, leaving only the final obstacle before Sequence 6… Only Emlyn still has not made up his mind or found a method, and for the near future there is no hope of advancement… The Fool Klein looked around once, gave a soft laugh, and said, “Free exchange.”

Justice Audrey had been about to speak out of habit, but after giving it careful thought, she felt that she had no news worth sharing this week.

Apart from attending banquet after banquet, taking two psychology lessons, and the matter of returning to East Chester County, there was nothing to say. And there was no need to mention that… She lightly pursed her lips and remained silent.

The Magician Fors was still in the languid state of the New Year holiday, her mind somewhat blank. Feeling a little guilty, she mentioned, “Backlund is still under the same high-pressure state as before. If you are not an official Beyonder, it is best not to risk coming here recently.”

Is that so? The Moon Emlyn, whose behavior during this period had been perfectly regular, frowned in puzzlement.

A vampire living along three fixed points every day could not understand the pain of all Beyonder gatherings being suspended.

The Hanged Man nodded and, after brief thought, said to The Sun, “Do not be careless.

“Before holding the sacrificial ritual, it would be best to confirm that the Chief leading this exploration team is not in the City of Silver, or is busy with something else.”

“Mr. Hanged Man, do you mean that the Chief may sense the loop of fate?” The Sun Derrick asked in astonishment.

The Hanged Man replied solemnly, “That possibility cannot be ruled out.

“But I cannot be certain. After all, I do not understand your City of Silver well enough.”

At that point, he concealed his smile and displayed a grave expression.

The Sun Derrick, meanwhile, said with some frustration, “There are many things I do not know either…”

The Hanged Man Alger sighed inwardly, discarding his disappointment.

“In short, prudence and caution will allow you to live longer.”

“Thank you for your reminder.” The Sun spoke sincerely.

The Hanged Man withdrew his gaze and smiled.

“For this recent period, the sea has been relatively peaceful.”

No, that is only what you think… Klein silently refuted him, then controlled The World to say hoarsely, “I happen to have heard about a matter at sea.”

Without waiting for The Hanged Man to ask, he first looked toward the two ladies, Justice and Magician.

“Ladies, can you help me purchase a wireless telegraph receiver?”

“I… can give it a try.” The Magician Fors agreed without paying it much attention.

Because she was about to leave Backlund, Justice Audrey could only say, “I am sorry.”

After settling this transaction, The World cleared his throat and said, “That matter is related to the Church of Storms.”

Related to the Church? Why have I not received a notice? Is it not something that needs to be passed down to people at my level? The Hanged Man frowned and patiently waited for The World to explain.

The World had originally wanted to sweep The Hanged Man with an amused gaze, but because the movement was too difficult, he could only regretfully give up. With a deep, hoarse laugh, he said, “The ancient customs of Bansy Harbor revived. A portion of the residents became evil cultists, and even the bishop of the Church of Storms fell.

“I heard that the matter has already been resolved, but quite a few people died.”

Bansy Harbor… The Hanged Man Alger recalled the situation there and took the initiative to explain to Miss Justice and the others, who were still confused.

“That place had a tradition of live sacrifice, dedicated to an evil spirit called the Weather God.

“Overseas, and on the Southern Continent, there are quite a few similar evil spirits. On the surface, they appear to have been eradicated, but in reality they survive in strange states. Many people have died suddenly in those places. Heh, not necessarily because of disease. If any of you plan to travel or adventure in such regions, do not be careless.”

Alger worked hard to describe the Bansy Harbor matter as an accidental incident within the limits of comprehension.

Suddenly, he heard a low chuckle.

The chuckle came from the seat of honor at the very end of the mottled long table!

Mr. Fool… The Hanged Man abruptly turned his head.

Mr. Fool! The matter of Bansy Harbor is not as simple as it seems! Justice Audrey immediately looked toward Mr. Fool, who sat upright in the high-backed chair.

Seeing one gaze after another, puzzled, curious, or excited, turn toward him, Klein laughed leisurely, his tone carrying a hint of reminiscence.

“This reminds me of one King of Angels.”

King of Angels! The matter of Bansy Harbor actually involves a King of Angels! Audrey’s eyes widened at once, and intense anticipation rose within her for what Mr. Fool would say next.

King of Angels… The Magician Fors secretly inhaled, her expression turning a little bitter.

Why are the things our Tarot Club discusses always the True Creator’s descent, the Primordial Demoness’s revival, and the reappearance of a King of Angels? I am only Sequence 9! She practically wanted to look up at the sky and let out a long sigh.

The Moon Emlyn, on the other hand, felt inexplicably stirred, having found another reason why the Ancestor had told him to pray to Mr. Fool.

As expected, this is a gathering of saviors preparing for the apocalypse. We are all chosen ones, destined to gradually confront evil existences like the King of Angels, the Primordial Demoness, and the True Creator! Emlyn suddenly felt the impulse to immediately agree to The Hanged Man’s proposed transaction, only for the merciless fact that he had no money to shatter the fantasy in his mind.

Which King of Angels would it be? The Sun Derrick, rarely, became involved in the same topic as Miss Justice and the others.

King of Angels… What secret is hidden in Bansy Harbor? The Hanged Man Alger waited for the answer with full attention.

Seeing that Mr. Fool showed no intention of continuing, Justice Audrey could not hold back and took the initiative to ask, “Honorable Mr. Fool, which King of Angels is it?”

Klein leaned against the back of his chair and gave a soft laugh.

“Medici, who founded Redemption Rose. His bloodline descendants lived in Binsy.”

Redemption Rose! A King of Angels related to the True Creator? Audrey had not expected matters to become more severe layer after layer. She subconsciously asked in confusion, “Binsy?”

“That is Bansy’s ancient name,” The Hanged Man Alger answered in a low voice, his hands loosely clasped before him.

He could no longer imagine what truth was hidden behind this matter. He only knew that Bansy Harbor’s changes might not have truly ended, and a devouring danger was still lurking in the dark!

As for Redemption Rose, he did not know much. He was only aware that the term was related to the True Creator’s temple and the Angel of Fate Ouroboros, and could not confirm what it specifically represented.

In any case, the level of this matter has already exceeded my imagination! Alger looked toward the seat of honor at the mottled long table, and the thought naturally flashed through his mind: Mr. Fool really does know the eight Kings of Angels and holds many secrets.

At that moment, he thought of something else.

Last week at this time, Miss Justice had asked what the remaining Kings of Angels were, and Mr. Fool’s answer had been that they would come into contact with them in the future.

And only one week had passed before they had truly come into contact with a new King of Angels!

Mr. Fool had foreseen it long ago! The Hanged Man Alger’s pupils contracted. In fear and awe, he lowered his gaze.